SunLove: *Pants harshly* F-finally done!

Shadow: Took you long enough.

SunLove: I am so sorry guys. I never have enough time.

Sonic: It's actually true. I can practically see the pile of homework from here.

Silver: Anyway, begin!

All Sonic characters belongs to Sega. All OCs belong to me.

Chapter 21: Sick

It had been a couple of weeks since Shadow had returned, and ever since the three brothers had just let go, everything just seemed peaceful and, well, normal. The trio of hedgehogs was returning to their usual behavior and attitudes. Of course, the snarky remarks and sarcastic retorts still made their way in but that was how Chelsea liked it. It just wouldn't be the same without Silver's pouting, Shadow's grumbling and Sonic's attitude. She loved those characteristics too much to let them go. So as the days went on, the five became as they once were; a dysfunctional family. And because of this dysfunctional family, it just wouldn't be the same if the author didn't throw in a little twist.

Something was wrong with her, very wrong. She was pale, (well, as pale as she could be), shivering yet as hot as the sun, and on top of that she couldn't even get out of bed without falling. White, black and blue hedgehogs stood in front of their mother with concerned expressions.

It was obvious that she was sick, she even said so herself. And it wasn't as if she hadn't been sick before. Her usual migraines made themselves known and the trick to treating them was just rest, but this… Well, they didn't know how to handle this. Never before had Chelsea been actually sick; as in the coughing, sneezing, dizziness sort of deal. When they were sick she had always known what to do and remedies and medicines they should take, but unfortunately they were gifted with that sort of knowledge. So they just had to follow everything she said, or tried to say through her horse voice.

The bottles of cough medicine, nasal drops, Advil pills and tissues surrounded the young women's bed.

"Are you sure there isn't anything else we can do mom?" Silver asked pulling the covers over her body.

"Yeah, I don't wanna come back here and find you dead," Sonic joked only to have Shadow whack him in the back of his head.

"Too soon?" he questioned.

"Ya' think?" the dark hedgehog snorted.

Chelsea smiled warily at them. "Yes, I'm fine. I just need more time to sleep and-" before she could finish her sentence she went into a fit of coughs. This only increased their worry and distress.

"Mom…" Sonic voiced.

She just smiled slightly and waved her hand. "Now, you three go off. I don't want any of you catching a cold, alright?"

They nodded.

"Just call if you need anything mother," Shadow said.

She hummed her yes and turned over to her side, letting sleep take over her body.

(0…)

Silver opened the door to Chelsea's room. The wooden door squeaked slightly as it went away from the door frame. The silence of the room seemed to amplify the sound by 40 decibels making Silver wince in the process. He stuck his head out, peering into the room. A second later two other heads popped out above him. His brothers, Sonic and Shadow, also examined the room before all three of their eyes landed on the human. The covers upon her moved up and down with her steady breathing.

"You guys need to stop checking on me so much. It's been two minutes since the last time," Chelsea muttered, her nose stuffed up and congested.

Her voice came out of nowhere scaring the three hedgehogs. The jumped before sighing in relief when they realized it was their mother. One by one they treaded out behind the door and stood embarrassed. Silver fiddled with his thumbs, the first to speak.

"Sorry mom. Did we didn't mean to disturb you," he bashfully spoke.

"It's alright sweetie," she sighed and turned on her back. She rose, sitting up and rubbing her eyes tiredly. "I think it's time to take my medicine anyway."

Chelsea turned her head to the bottles of medicine that they brought from downstairs. There were many types of plastic, colorful, bottles. Most of which she didn't need, but because they didn't know what to bring her, they brought her everything. It was a sweet gesture so she said nothing towards it. Chelsea squinted her eyes trying to read the tiny words on the bottles. Her blurry vision didn't help much and no matter how many times she blinked, her eyes wouldn't focus. She sighed, another side effect of her fever.

She looked over to her children studying her intently looking as if any minute they were ready to pounce. This would give them something to do since they so desperately wanted to do something for her. "I'm sorry to bother, but could you guys get me something. I kind of can't see and I'm too busy to get up," she said, voice groggy and raspy.

"Anything," they exclaimed in perfect harmony.

She always loved when they did that.

"Alright," she smiled, "Speedy could you get me the cough syrup? Silvy could you find me the Advil pills? And Shady could look for the Alka-Seltzer thingies? They the things you put in water." Chelsea calmly lied back down with a smile as they answered 'yes' and went to search for it. No later she was brought the three supplies that she needed.

She took each of them and thanked them. Shadow gave her a weird look that made her raise a tired brow at him. She covered her eyes with her lids and drowsily said, "What is it Shady?"

He put a hand on her forehead and retracted it, disappointed she was still very hot. But that wasn't the reason why he gave her that look. "You have to eat mother," he softly said.

Chelsea whined lowly before turning over to her other side, back facing them. Shadow scowled lightly. "I know you don't want to but you have to. You haven't eaten anything all day, and on top of that, you just took medicine. If you don't eat your stomach will hurt. I don't want to see you in that much pain."

She sighed, knowing he was right. Her mother had said that thousands of time to her, and in return, she said that to them. Unfortunately they had picked up on it. As much as she didn't want to eat, she didn't want to deal with a stomach ache either. And it wasn't as if she had to eat a three course meal, just something small so the medicine wasn't in her stomach, alone. Hesitantly, Chelsea sat up from the bed. A dizzy spell hit her as soon as she did and she leaned over, hand over her forehead.

"Maybe you shouldn't get up. We'll just bring the food here-" Sonic started.

Chelsea shook her head. "No, I'm fine. I don't want to eat in here. I'll just make a mess. And I need to get up soon anyway."

Sonic scrunched his face not liking the fact she was going to get up and walk. He scowled before an idea popped in his head. "At least let me carry you downstairs. I don't want you walking," he said.

"Alright," she gave in, not wanting to get in any sort of argument. She didn't have the energy.

The young woman felt herself being lifted off of the mattress. Her fleeting weight made it squeak sounding horrendous to her ears. She winced and buried her head into the azure hedgehog's chest trying to forget the sound that caused a dull pounding beneath her skull. Chelsea felt each step he took down the stairs, and even the moment he almost missed a step but still kept her eyes shut. Right when both of his feet were planted on the ground bright light slammed onto her eyelids. She almost cried out, but managed to bite her tongue. The light that protruded her lids was almost blinding seeing as she was in a dark room for more than half the day. She definitely wanted to be back in bed right about now.

"Here you go mom," Sonic whispered, "sit right here."

She sorely opened her eyes, adjusting to the light, and stepped down from his arms. Chelsea planted herself on the couch. She felt Sonic sit next to her still keeping a hold of her. Immediately, when she was stable, she curled against him shivering. Sonic took a blanket near him and laid it on her body.

"O-okay. I'm not h-hungry anymore. Can I go back n-now?" she stammered, her body not used to the sudden change of temperature and light. She already missed her bed terribly.

He shook his head, humming 'no'. "Sorry mom, but you need to eat," he sternly said. He wasn't going to give in no matter how bad he felt. And I'm telling you, he felt bad. The second eldest gave a worried look as she continued to shiver in his arms. He rubbed her arms trying to give heat to her already burning body.

When Shadow arrived with the soup he set it down. "Silver's getting her water," he said. He took in the two beings on the couch and raised a brow. Sonic turned his attention to the ebony hedgehog. Giving him a concerned expression he asked, "Hey, Shads, is she supposed to be this cold? She's shivering yet her body's so hot! Is this normal?"

Shadow didn't like the almost frantic edge to his younger brother's voice. "It's alright Sonic," he reassured him, "this is normal during any fever. Don't worry."

The cerulean male just directed his gaze back on his mother who he wrapped his arms tighter around. He frowned not at all satisfied or comforted with the answer. "Yeah, but how do you get rid of it?"

"That's what we all want to know. For right now though, we're just going to have to rely on the medicine and what she tells us. But Sonic," he caught the younger one's attention, "Don't get so worked up alright?" He smiled warmed by the fact he was so worried about her. The dark hedgehog rubbed his hand over Chelsea's forehead smoothing away the strands of sweaty hair from it with his thumbs. "Everything will work out in the end. She's going to be fine."

"Yeah, you're right," he announced. Sonic then blushed and rubbed the back of his head, smiling sheepishly. "Maybe I am overreacting a bit, sorry." They both chuckled.

Silver then came in with a tall glass of water. He placed it next to the bowl of soup and smiled. "Sorry I took so long. I wanted to find the biggest cup I could." The two others rolled their eyes at him and shook their heads smiling. "Now, mom, it's time for you to…hmm?" he blinked. Silver leaned forwards, his ears flicking. Did he hear snoring?

"I think she's sleeping," he stated.

Sonic scoffed. "No, that's impossible. She was awake just a minute ago. She's probably just faking it so she doesn't want have to eat. Watch." He cleared his throat. "Mom," he shouted, "you could never get a boyfriend." He waited, nose in the air, smiling. He waited and he waited and after a minute of awkward silence he sighed, "Yeah, she's asleep. My ear would be sore by now."

Sonic and Silver sweat-dropped while Shadow put his head in his hand. He sighed.

"Oh, mother."

(0…)

Silver's eye twitched as he fiercely breathed in and out. He put a hand on his face and bragged it down, sighing heavily. He turned his attention back to the young woman he called mother, who had her back towards him, arms crossed. For the past half hour Silver had been trying to get her temperature. Now, here was the thing, she hated the thermometer, something the hedgehog couldn't quite understand. She could stand shots, she could drink that horrid cough medicine, but she couldn't put the thermometer in her mouth. All she just had to do was put the darn thing under her tongue, wait a minute, and bada-bing bada-boom, you got the temperature. It was easy, simple even, but of course the easiest part of her sickness had to be complicated. Apparently she had had bad memories with the thing and ever since then she would never take one.

"Come on mom. It's not going to hurt you," he sighed, trying to hide his aggravation.

Chelsea's voice was almost gone so when she spoke the sound was raspy and groggy. "Yeah, well, you weren't there. I'm not letting that thing near my mouth," she said or more like croaked.

"What exactly happened mom," Silver asked raising a brow. He climbed onto the bed and sat, Indian Style, next her. Chelsea stared towards the wall with a distant glare. All she saw were flashes of a little girl talking with the thermometer in her mouth and the next thing she knew, it was lodged in her throat. The dark-skinned woman shivered remembering the feeling of the ice cold contraption in her sore throat. She absentmindedly rubbed her neck. She shook her head slowly.

"All you need to know is that I'm lucky to be alive."

Silver's confused frown only deepened, but he didn't push the topic any further. He shrugged before remembering the task at hand. "Well whatever you're scarred from, get over it," he abruptly said.

Chelsea frowned icily at him. "Never," she whispered.

The youngest brother growled, "Open your mouth mom." When she shook her head he immediately tackled her. Chelsea instinctively grabbed a hold of his hand that held the thermometer. She pushed back on Silver's strength, struggling.

"Geez," she exclaimed, "When did you get so strong?" She tilted her head back, giving it her all.

"When you have two older brothers, you learn things," he strained through clenched teeth. "Now open your mouth!"

When his mother shook her head, refusing it he sighed. He backed up standing on his knees and scowled. "I didn't want to have to come to this, but you leave me no choice."

The young woman raised a brow and hummed in confusion. Suddenly her eyes almost popped out as she felt her body paralyzed, unable to move. A light blue aura surrounded her body and she found her mouth open, wide, and vulnerable to the oncoming thermometer.

(0…)

Shadow pinched the skin in between his eyes and sighed, trying to calm himself. He blew in through his nose and released air through his mouth.

"She's just trying to get on your nerves, Shadow," he mumbled to himself. "It's alright. Everything's alright. Don't strangle her, she's your mother. She's your mother."

He shook his head and nodded to himself, reassuring himself. The midnight clad faced the back of the 22 year old that crossed her arms. Shadow crossed his arms and sighed. "Mother," he announced waiting for her attention.

"I'm not taking that thing you call a pill," she said defiantly.

"Mother, you've taken pills before. Why is that it's so hard for you to take this?"

Chelsea flipped over, on the bed, and pointed treacherously at the green pill. "That thing is so big I bet they can see it in Africa!" she exclaimed.

Shadow's brow raised a brow. He thought this behavior was very childish and absurd. He rolled his eyes as she glared at it. "Do you think you're going to make it disappear by glaring at it?"

"If it works on TV, it can work here," she simply stated.

The ebony male sighed again, walking over to his mother. He sat on the edge of the bed, closing his eyes. Chelsea studied him, surprised he didn't shoot a remark. She crawled over and sat by him. The two sat in silence before the young mother decided to break it.

"Hey Shady," she lowly said, "What's wrong?"

Shadow's steady breathing was all that was heard. His reply was silent, and still. Chelsea felt something rise in her chest, but couldn't really place what it was. She just knew something was going to happen, and it wasn't going to benefit her. Her eldest was being way too quiet. With one more try she called out, "Shad-"

All of a sudden she found blood red orbs staring crazily at, wide and alert. Chelsea felt a heavy weight on top of her, pinning her down to the bed. Her arms were restrained to her left side and a furry, ebony, hand was on her mouth, stretching it wide open. At this moment Chelsea began to panic. She knew what this situation meant. She was put into the same position not too long ago.

She grunted and groaned, her words gurgling together from having no way of moving her lips. Chelsea twisted her head, side to side, feverishly trying to avoid the oncoming pill.

Shadow gritted his teeth and struggled to get the pill in her mouth. Each time he was close, his mother would find a way to avert her head. "Just swallow the stupid pill so we can get on with our lives," he seethed, getting red from anger.

(0…)

(0…)

"You are not going to work," Sonic stated. He crossed his arms over his chest, eyes half-lidded, and mouth set straight into a fine line.

The azure hedgehog stood in front of the dresser, the one which held Chelsea's uniform. Somehow, his mother had gotten the great idea that she needed to go to work no matter how sick she was. She even thought it would help her. Of course Sonic found this idea to be not only stupid but it was proof she was really sick. Unfortunately his mother was particularly stubborn so she flat out ignored him and decided to go get ready. Well, Sonic thought he would just stand in her way, preventing her from such an obscure thought.

"Yes I am," Chelsea croaked, voice scratchy. She tried to go around Sonic but because of his speed he was right in front of here faster then she could blink. "Oh come on Speedy," she whined, stomping her feet. "Just let me through."

Sonic pointed his nose in the air and shook his head, eyes closed. Chelsea grunted and crossed her arms. She needed to think of something. Suddenly an idea popped in her head. She gasped looking towards the window, hands to her mouth.

"Is that a tidal wave," she exclaimed.

The cerulean hedgehog whipped his head towards the window. He ran towards the glass frame and looked around widely. "Where? Where do you see it mom!?" he exclaimed, alarmed.

"Wait a minute," he said, "I don't see a-"

"Later, sweetie pie." He heard. Sonic only saw his mother wave a hand blowing a kiss to him before escaping downstairs. He stood there frozen and blinked only a minute later.

"You just got played man," he heard his darker brother say as he walked by.

Sonic sighed and face-palmed.

(0…)

The only reason she wanted to go to her job was to just get out of the house and away from the three hedgehogs. Now, Chelsea loved them very much and she was forever grateful that they worry so much about her, but by the time she was tackled twice, she was done. Chelsea was pretty sure Sonic was thinking about it too. All they would do was obsess about what she had to do and what she had to take. It was like living with her mom again; those dark times were over now. There was no need to bring up the horrid past of thermometers and giant pills.

No…just no.

Chelsea opened the door patting down the wrinkles of her uniform. She groaned. She didn't have time to iron her clothes…ugh. The young woman kept her focus on her clothes while walking towards the spot where she checks in.

After she checked in she advanced towards a table and took the family of four's orders. She smiled at them. As she walked towards the chef she sneezed, a dull headache spreading across her forehead. Chelsea sighed. "I should've taken my medicine before I came here," she muttered, irritated.

"Hey Cee-Cee," a chirpy voice exclaimed.

Chelsea looked up and looked around, trying to locate the voice. Her chocolate irises landed on Drew and his hazelnut eyes. She smiled softly, happy to see him. She strolled towards him waving in the process.

"Hi Drew," she said.

"How do you do madam," he mocked, in a British accent, bowing. He took her hand and kissed it, winking. Chelsea gave him a peculiar look, smiling. "I'm getting through the day. How about you?" She giggled as he sighed dramatically and replied, "I'm away from my bed. What do you think?"

"I feel you," she chuckled, patting his chest. "I would rather sleep then be here," she lied. Actually she was pretty happy she was here. It was just the different scenery.

Out of nowhere Cathy was suddenly by their side. She busily wrote in her notebook as she said, "There's a customer at table five waiting to be served."

Chelsea turned to leave not really wanting another table. "Okay, Drew could you please-"

"Um, he said he wanted you as his server, Chelsea." Both Drew and Chelsea raised their brow and hummed in questions. Cathy just shrugged and nonchalantly turned on her heels.

The two others looked at each other and shrugged. Chelsea went on her way silently wondering if she did something wrong to a person and they were going to take revenge on her and make her suffer. It was a crazy idea but you couldn't really blame her. An unhealthy body is an unhealthy mind. She quickly coughed to rid herself of the itchy feeling in her throat before strolling, nervously, to table five. As she approached the table, notepad in hand, she was surprised to see who she saw.

"Is that you Noah?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.

"I the flesh and blood," he smiled brightly.

His pearly white and perfectly straight teeth had her face heat up. She wanted to smile, just to be nice, but she was suddenly self-conscious of her fluoride stained teeth. Instead, she settled for a toothless one.

"Y-you wanted me to be your waiter," she more so stated then asked. Her head tilted to the side as her brows scrunched together. Why would he specifically ask for her? It wasn't as if she did anything for him before. In fact, it was he who rescued her from those trouble-makers. And right there and then she remembered how she was pushed against him, forcing his warmth upon her. His crystal-like sapphire eyes shined brighter than any jewel she's ever seen. She could remember the smell of amber radiating form him and how her whole body flushed as he kissed her cheek. When he said they were married she recalled her mind blanking out. That word just…it just…

Chelsea shook her head. She always had a tendency to think too deeply into things. Why did she even ponder on such things? It wasn't as if he was attracted to her. He never, not once said, "Hey, I love you. Wanna marry me?" No. Noah just did what he did to get her out of trouble. Nothing more nothing less. But the question still irked her.

Why did he specifically ask for her?

"Yeah," the blonde man said. He ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair causing waves of nervous excitement through Chelsea's spine. He grinned sheepishly, "I hope I didn't sound too assertive to the other waiter."

His selflessness had her staring at the handsome man in front of her.

Handsome?

Yeah…handsome, definetly.

"Anyway," Noah opened the menu in front of him and his eyes scanned it, "What should I get?" he mumbled. After a minute of silence he sighed and then looked up.

Chelsea found herself shrinking under his gaze. She blinked before stuttering, "Is there something wrong?"

"I don't know what to choose," he rubbed the back of his head, "It's kinda my first time. Do you think you could help me choose?"

The dark-skinned woman, nodded her head a bit too fiercely and hummed. Her inner-self kept squealing at how she had a chance to be close to this gorgeous man with an actual excuse, but she herself felt nervous. Chelsea had to breathe steadily to keep her heart from ramming against her rib cage. Her cheeks flushed as she bent over, her head close to his.

Noah happily moved the menu into her view, and she questioned if her could hear her heart beats. She tucked the hair that escaped from her bun behind her ear and kept her gaze the shiny menu, avoiding his gaze on her.

"Well," she licked her lips, "What kind of foods do you particularly like. For example I'm kind of a fish person."

"I try things as I go. I don't mind fish," he said.

"Okay then. Why don't I show you some of my favorite dishes then? Do you mind?" When he shook his head Chelsea took the menu and placed it flat on the table. She flipped through the pages and searched for items. Suddenly the need to sneeze crawled its way to her nose. She mentally dreaded coming to work when she turned around and sneezed into her arm.

Sonic was right. It wasn't a good idea coming to work when she was sick, especially if that certain occupation dealt with food. It was not only dumb, but selfish in a way. By being here, she was putting everyone at risk for catching her illness. Although, it wasn't as severe as a few days ago she still had the after symptoms. Chelsea was sure now that Noah would also regret having her serve him after that.

"I'm sorry," she timidly spoke, "I-I think I'll get someone else to serve you. I don't want you to-" she stopped as he began to laugh. Noah's shoulders shook with each one.

"What?" she questioned.

He pointed to her, now silently laughing. "Y-you…you squeak when you sneeze."

She didn't understand why but she felt a bit miffed at the statement. She straightened herself and put her hands on her hips. "No I-" she sneezed, squeaking in the process. "Don't," she finished. Noah only laughed as he exclaimed, "You just did it again!"

"Stop laughing!" Chelsea cried puffing her cheeks. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. A small smile appeared on her lips as she studied the way he laughed. His blue eyes seemed to lighten to a bright shine and as his smile stretched across his face the one dimple that was indented on left cheek almost made her squeal.

Wait….squeal?

Why was she so giddy? Why was she acting as a naïve school girl? Squealing? She was too old for that. Now she was a 23-year-old young woman with three teenage boys. Now was not the time to be squealing.

As Noah stopped his laughs his eyes lingered on the waitress who looked flustered. He chuckled once more earning a dirty glare in his direction. Noah turned his attention to the menu when Chelsea picked it up once again. His grin only grew as she said, "Now, I'll continue since I was so rudely interrupted."

They got back on topic and Chelsea pointed out her favorite dish on the menu. Her finger traced over each word she read about the Lemon Tilapia dish. Never had Noah paid attention to the dish. He kept his eyes on the girl before him only focusing on her. Absent mindedly nodded when she asked questions but when her question couldn't be answered with a yes or no Chelsea quirked her brow. Her head spun to the side as her brown eyes narrowed.

"Were you even listening to me-"

"You have very beautiful eyes," Noah said calmly. He chuckled as she began to grow flustered again and he leaned into the palm that his head rested in. The smile on his lips softened and his eye lids lowered.

While he sat with composure Chelsea couldn't quite handle the situation. Her fingers fumbled with menu as she dropped it onto the table and her words scrambled together forming incoherent words. The rapid beating of her heart pounded in her ears and fingertips. The heat in her cheeks rose to unbearable temperatures and this funny feeling was rising in her chest. Nervous excitement filled the pits of her stomach as she stood straight and looked everywhere but the man in front of her. She placed a hand on her cheek.

"Oh! Umm….T-thank you!" she exclaimed her voice taking a high pitch. She would've never thought someone would take in interest in her eyes. No, not her dull, plain, brown eyes.

Chelsea stared back softly at Noah's tender gaze and found herself staring. She was lost in those deep pools of cerulean. His seemingly natural kind face softened them and his full pink lips. Before she could stare any longer her thumb pointed to the back weakly.

"I-I'm gonna go get that order in," she said, her voice just loud enough for him to hear. Noah slightly nodded, looking distant. She turned on her heel hesitantly taking her eyes off him and walked to the back. As she walked her hands went up to her cheeks and the corners of her lips pulled up.

"He...he said my eyes were…beautiful," she whispered, clearly in awe. A childish giggle escaped her.

Drew watched as Chelsea walked past him, the biggest grin he'd ever seen on those full lips of hers. Usually he would've been ecstatic to see her smile but instead he scowled. His hazelnut eyes darkened and they went from the girl to the man she was just with. He had seen everything. He didn't hear every word, but from what he saw it wasn't hard to make a conclusion.

That man was flirting with her.

He didn't like this, not one bit. Drew couldn't understand why he was so jealous of this. He couldn't understand why he could never make her smile like that or make her so flustered that it looked as if she could almost blush. He tried everything in his power just to see her smile and she would, but never that big of one. Drew nodded to the guy who he so suddenly, strongly, disliked when he flashed a polite smile in his direction. Angry he paced away gripping the empty glass so hard it slightly cracked.

(0…)

Sonic, Shadow and Silver had their brows lifted in disbelief. Chelsea danced around the house, twirling and spinning like a love sick puppy. She sneezed and then as if nothing happened she went back to her, not so graceful, dance.

It was unbelievable. In just four short hours their mother had gone from this miserable, stuffy-nosed, woman to a cheerful, sneeze-y, one. It was as if she were cured, just left with the lasting effects of her cold.

"Maybe we should send her to work more often," Silver stated, eyes wide with disbelief.

Not a moment too soon Chelsea twirled up to them and took Shadow's wrists. Off they went as they spun; Chelsea in a high mood as the ebony male stumbled and pleaded for them to stop.

"Let's have chili dogs for dinner, tonight guys," Chelsea sighed happily.

Sonic's emerald orbs almost popped out of his head as a smile split across his muzzle. "We should send her to work every day if this is what happens," he exclaimed drooling at the thought of chili dogs.

Silver chuckled.

I wasn't entirely impressed with this chapter. I think I was a bit too repetitive on some parts, but, then again, I just wanted to get it done. As you can clearly see there is some obvious attraction and tension between some of the characters. Now, from now and on I would just like to say, get ready for the drama! I've actually been waiting to get here for awhile. Anyway, I don't have much to say. I hope you enjoyed.

Thank You R&R
~God Bless You~